Free Web NovelChapter 70: Chapter 70; Su Wan
Lu Shaohan didn’t even look at her. "Burn it."
The single order landed quietly through the corridor. And instantly, the servants, who were moving the bedding, froze in panic before hurriedly continuing again.
Su Wan blinked once. Actually stunned this time. Because she had expected Lu Shaohan to remove Su Yao from the room eventually. Not erase the entire room around her existence like contamination. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Su Yao looked like she wanted to disappear entirely beneath the blanket now. Several Lu family servants nearby had already lowered their heads completely, pretending not to hear or see anything happening because this level of rejection inside elite households became humiliation people remembered forever.
Then finally Lu Shaohan looked back toward Su Wan.
"Where were you?" he asked.
The question cut cleanly through the chaos filling the corridor. Servants continued dragging furniture and bedding out of the master suite behind him while Su Yao remained seated near the doorway wrapped tightly in the blanket, her expression pale with humiliation. Yet somehow the atmosphere shifted the moment Lu Shaohan spoke. Because his attention had moved completely away from Su Yao now. Entirely toward Su Wan.
Su Wan looked at him calmly beneath the cold morning light filtering through the corridor windows. "Outside," she answered evenly. "Morning jog."
Lu Shaohan’s gaze lingered on her athletic clothing briefly before lowering toward the faint redness left by the cold morning air against her skin. Because the answer seemed ordinary enough. Yet somehow he still looked at her as though measuring something beneath it.
Behind him, another servant hurried out carrying armfuls of expensive bedding while several others carefully removed decorative pieces from the suite walls under visible panic.
Su Wan’s eyes flickered briefly toward the room again. "You’re renovating aggressively."
A faint silence followed. Then finally, Lu Shaohan answered calmly, "I dislike strangers touching my things."
The words landed heavily enough that several servants nearly stopped moving again. And near the doorway, Su Yao’s face visibly stiffened beneath the blanket. Because everyone in the corridor understood the real meaning behind the sentence.
Su Wan almost smiled faintly. Her gaze shifted once more toward Su Yao, who now looked less angry and more shaken than before. The humiliation had already spread too publicly. Inside households like the Lu family, this kind of rejection traveled faster than scandal itself. And Lu Shaohan had delivered it without raising his voice once. Cold. Efficient. Absolute.
Su Wan looked back toward him calmly. "I just came for clothes."
Lu Shaohan stepped slightly aside from the doorway without another word. Permission.
The servants immediately moved even faster afterward, terrified of remaining in the corridor longer than necessary.
Su Wan walked into the master suite quietly. Or what remained of it. The room looked almost dismantled now. Half the furniture had already been removed while fresh linens and replacement décor waited stacked near the far wall beneath the supervision of several senior household staff. He really intended to replace everything.
Su Wan crossed toward the wardrobe area calmly before pulling out fresh clothes and a towel. Then, just before turning back toward the corridor, her gaze paused briefly on Lu Shaohan standing near the doorway outside. Still watching everything. Still watching her. And somehow that felt more dangerous than the chaos itself.
Su Wan held Lu Shaohan’s gaze for a brief moment before turning away. She stepped back into the corridor with the folded clothes resting against her arm while servants moved around her in tense, silent efficiency. No one dared slow down or look directly at either Lu Shaohan or Su Yao.
The atmosphere in the hallway had grown suffocating. Su Yao remained seated against the side wall, wrapped tightly in a blanket, her expression cold and rigid beneath the humiliation she could no longer fully conceal. Damp strands of hair clung to her face as the systematic destruction of the master suite continued behind her like a public reckoning. Worst of all, Lu Shaohan had not glanced at her again—not once.
Su Wan paused near the doorway, watching another group of workers carry out an armchair. "You’re going to leave the suite completely empty at this rate," she remarked, her tone calm and lightly amused.
Lu Shaohan’s eyes shifted toward her. "It will be redesigned before tonight."
Su Wan adjusted the clothes on her arm. "That seems excessive."
"No," he replied evenly. "It seems clean."
The silence that followed was razor-sharp. Su Yao’s fingers tightened around the blanket until her knuckles whitened. For a fleeting second, raw anger and wounded pride flashed across her face before she forced it back under a mask of composure. Su Wan noticed the brief lapse immediately. People like Su Yao did not forget public humiliation, especially one delivered so thoroughly.
Another group of servants filed downstairs with the last of the bedding, and the corridor grew quieter. Lu Shaohan’s voice shifted, suddenly calm and ordinary, as if the chaos around them did not exist. "You should shower before breakfast."
Su Wan looked at him for another second, then nodded. "I was planning to."
She turned and walked down the corridor without glancing back. Even after she disappeared around the corner, the heavy tension lingered. Everyone in the Lu Residence that morning understood one thing clearly: the balance between Su Wan and Lu Shaohan was shifting, and no one yet knew where that change would lead.
The corridor remained heavy with silence long after Su Wan had disappeared down the hallway. Servants continued carrying furniture and bedding out of the master suite under visible strain, while Su Yao sat motionless near the wall, still wrapped tightly in the blanket. Her face was pale, her expression rigid as she fought to contain her humiliation. No one spoke. Lu Shaohan stood a short distance away, cold and unreadable, his detached calm only deepening the tension in the air.
Another servant hurried past with the final set of sheets, nearly stumbling when Lu Shaohan finally spoke.
"Enough."
The entire corridor froze. Servants halted mid-step as senior staff straightened at once. Lu Shaohan turned his gaze toward the nearest household manager.
